About old people in beige Toyota's

Hi there.

It's been quite a while since I last showed a sign of life here. It's not that I didn't want to, it's that I just didn't have a clue what to blog about: my knee is almost fully healed, I've got a girlfriend so I can't complain about love, I've got a successful career ahead of me if I do okay in my education. There's nothing left to stand up for, nothing to whine about, nothing to complain about. Or is there?

Today, after realizing how great life was, I met an ancient enemy once more: the old person in a beige Toyota.
The old person in a beige Toyota is an evil that can only be found while driving. Every time you set off in your car, motorcycle or whatever road-using vehicle you fancy, there's a chance you'll encounter one.
Fortunately, the old person in a beige Toyota will only appear in a 45-degree wide radius in front of you. This means you'll always see it coming and, if traffic allows it, a chance to manoeuvre around it. However, due to the effects the old person in a beige Toyota has, traffic is often clogged up and doesn't allow you do to such things.
Clogged up traffic due to a single, moving car? Yes, the old person in a beige Toyota does exactly that. In fact, it excels at doing that. I'll explain it's weapons to you.

1. Speed, or rather lack of it:
   The old person in a beige Toyota will always drive between half and three quarters of the speed limit, whatever that limit might be. 
2. Slow, if not absent, reflexes:
   The old person in a beige Toyota requires some time to come up with a response to a traffic situation. Because of that requirement in time, they often respond in a way that could have worked half a minute earlier, causing dangerous situations. Do take note that the required processing time is variable, which brings us to weapon 3.
3. Unpredictable movements:
   The old person in a beige Toyota cannot be predicted. When taking a turn, their direction indicator can be turned on 1 km before the turn, just before the turn, halfway or not at all. Sometimes, they indicate the direction they are not heading. Lane changing happens at random. 

Should you encounter the old person in a beige Toyota, be aware of these weapons and their consequences. Unless you can avoid them, as mentioned above, your only chance is to endure until your paths separate. Tips to endure a confrontation with the old person in a beige Toyota:

1. Always keep your distance. Just do so. Do not creep up on it at a red light or traffic jam, whether it's on a slope or not, there's always a chance it reverses 2 meters before going in the right direction. While driving, maintain your distance to give yourself time to anticipate sudden braking or direction changes.
2. Stay calm. Breath slow and heavy, avoid aggressive music,...
3. Stay focused. Do not start using your mobile, your GPS, etc... the old person in a beige Toyota will take advantage of such unfocused moments. It's slow reflexes do not apply to this.

I wish you all good luck and a safe trip.

P.S.
'Someone' is expecting to be mentioned in this post. To limit disappointment, I'm putting her in the PS.
Elen is nice. I like her sense of humor, I like her intelligence and I value her opinion on matters.
Now, does that make you look good or what?

STOP PUTTING EVERYTHING IN FRENCH DAMMIT

I live in Belgium. Belgium has three official languages: Dutch, French and German. About 60% of the population speaks Dutch, about 40% speaks French and 75-thousand-some speak German. I speak Dutch, like the majority.

For some odd reason though, any website or application that automatically chooses a language decides that French is most suitable. Most of the time, it's advertisements. In that case, I can't be bothered that much. However, myspace insists that I speak French and refuses to display other languages until I log in. Realplayer installed itself in French, without even bothering to ask me what language I want it to be installed in.

Software developers and website managers; STOP IT! If you insist on forcing a language on me, please check what part of Belgium I'm from. My provider is from the Dutch part too, so it should be rather obvious. Even better: ASK WHAT LANGUAGE I WANT IT TO BE.

Seriously...

Deactivation

Earlier today, I deactivated my facebook profile.

Although I never 'liked' facebook, I must admit I've been spending way too much time on it. Staying away from it proved to be much harder than one would expect, so hard in fact, that even blocking the website in my browser failed to stop me.
But I've deactivated my account now and realised that, for now, I have no reason to re-activate it.

I do not regret participating in facebook. The idea behind is is genious. However, there's one crucial thing that makes or breaks that idea; friends, or rather lack of them. If there's no one you'd like to know things about and no one wants to know anything about you, then what's the point? That's the situation I found myself in.

So, I deactivated my account and told no one about it so far. Why not? Very simple. In the previous paragraph, you'll have read that I felt like nobody was interested in me, the same way as I wasn't interested in anything others posted. So no, I left without telling anyone. If someone, anyone, tries to visit my profile, they'll know I deactivated the account. So they might ask me trough other media why I did so. When they do, I know that they at least found it was worth visiting my profile. I want to see how long it takes before anyone notices.

I'm impatient to see who will be first.